Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1887-07-28

to know swhen is the best time to make
strawberry bedss" When the strawberries
are up, we suppose: That's the time you
make other beds, when the people are out
of them.
sHAMEFULLY PROSECUTED.
De Lesseps, the we'll known hedger and
ditcher, is an abused man. The last
time he went away from the Panama
Isthmus, somebody pulled the plug out
of the canal and let the water out 1t
was doubtless the work of some fun-loy-
ing American, but all the same such jokes
are in very bad taste; we never tasted one
of them but have been told they are
brackish.
VACATION THOUGHTS.
We live in land of statesmen. Every
| four years and at times between whites
there is a smell of postoffice in the air,
and the low and sweet sound of consulate
is heard in the distance. We see the
shadowy forms of United States Marshals
yet to be, and out of the dreamy gates of
the impossible drifts the sad procession
of never to be supreme judges. Ours is
| dear favored land for the fellows who
| do not get left.
We love our country, the most of US.
We fight for her and work and sweat and
struggle and swear and lie for the blessed
privilege of administering her finances;
some of us. Oh, America, America!
What would be country without of
fees? It would be like bedroom with
out bed; cat without voice; cigar
without match, or Coney Island with
out a match, or Coney Island with
out beer.
NOT WORSE, BUT MORE,
After all, politicians are no worse than
they used to be. But there are more of
them. Therein is the evil. Grasshoppers
are no more voracious in the locust sea-
son than they are in any other year, but
in the year when they multiply their cen
sus by the uncounted millions they are
able to do infinitely more mischief than
when there are barely enough of them to
furnish fish bait for tie industrious citi-
zen of the republic. And, dearly below
ed, all the mischief in the world isn't
done by the politician either. There are
lawyers VINO wouka honor their most
learned profession by getting themselves
kicked e1t of it. There are editors who
disgrace journalism. There are ministers
few end rare they are-wh0 profane
their puipits. Oh, there are three or four
people outside of politics who need kill
ing.
NOT WHAT IT USED mR BE.
No, indeed, my son, we don't have the
peaching we used to have when your
grandfather was boy; indeed we don't
Who has been telling you about it? Oh,
your gre ndfather; we'll, whatever your
grandfather tells you is true. And they
didn't have the preaching when he was q
boy thev used to have when his grand
father was boy, toe. Time was when
; the good old preacher climbed up two
r flights CT stairs into g pulpit nineteen
feet high, read the whole book Of Jere
miak-ifty-t chapters-for the morn
, ing lesson, sang this One Hundred and
: Nineteenth Psalm clear through, and
3 then preached and expouuded the doc
} trines and pounded the Bible and gaul
the stuffing fly out of the cushion Tntil I
Y o'clock in the afternoon, when he stopped
to,catch his breath, and began agair
at sunset and preached until some timt
, Monday morning. No, indeed, nay boy
we don't have the preaching they used tc
) Ehave.
D. IN RIEUVO TUTBSSIMgS.
Il Let other men wrangle and strive,
And struggle and scheme to contTITe,
q For me It's dis reeter, and meet her, and SWeetc
u to sit on the fence by my self;
vi | know that the ScOrn Of The world
8 At my meaningless mean will be hurled,
{ But have Rle&sure or leisure, or pleasure, t.
/! struggle for power or a9ef.
! There are fellows whose greatestdeligkt
Il Is to hunt for the midst Of the 81 ght,
- And jos le and shoulder the Older and holder, as
II knock out the timid and S im
So il /, of peace loving mind,
: TO roost on tie fence ana facEned,
.kSmau odds if ubey hiss or kiss miss me
for keeping up OFT Of the swim.
If ever go &c the war,
Z I'll go ia the medical corps,
AND then while they fgh6ing end biting, Ant
4 s3nitirg, and shedding bad Language
and gore;
q iii turn fToEn the strife abhGr,
Both sides of the field I'll explore,
Nhere the wounded creeping, and sleeping
I and weeping.
Sweet balm in their hsSrts will pour